Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh Rubber bands, yeah I keep that all on me, ey It's all cash why the fuck I need a lease, ey Digi dashboard we gon' catch a B, shawty All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back, yah Two seat, six speed, digi dashboard, yeah Yeah, whip it like a Nascar
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ey Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah Yeah, how the fuck I'm comin', bitch I'm comin' clutch You can't tell me shit, I'm that boy, go look me up, ey Bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah Ain't nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops
Rollin' up the dub with these hoes, yeah you know That I be rollin' through the 573 with my bros And I be smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes And I've been stackin' up the paper with nothing but the flow
And you know, yeah My only motive the money Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won't take shit from me I got some weed in this dummy I'm on the beach and it's lovely I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest I seen that shit and I wasn't impressed, nah, ey Boy this cannot be your best Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
Compositor: Alexander Francis Kelly (Oliver Francis) ECAD: Obra #30226265